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Poetry.
High heav'd her breasts which struggling passions rent , As prest to give some fear-fraught rnvst'ry vent , [ face , And oft with anxious glance and aller'd Trembling with terror she relax'd her pace . And stopt Andlisten'd ! then withhm-ned "> tread , [ bent her head ,
Onwards again sherush'd , yet backwards f As if from murderous swords ' or follow'd j ' fiends she fled . J Soon as near Conway's walls her footsteps drew . . [ neiv ; She bade the youth their ancient state rel ' - Kger he sped the fallen towers to rear ; 'Twas done , and Fancy bore the fabric here . Next chusing from great SIIAKSPKAP . E ' S
comic school Thegossi ) . crone , grossfriar , andgibingfool , These , with a Virgin fair and lover brave , To our young Author an enchantress gave , But charg'dhim , ere he blest ill- - brave and fair .
To lay th' exulting villain ' s bosom bare , And , by the torments of his conscience , shew ¦ [ woe ! That prosp ' rous vice is but triumphant Thc plea , ing task , congenial to his soul , Oil from his ' own sad thoughts our Author stole . Blest he his labours if v . 'ilh like success Tliey soothe their sorrows whom I now
address . [ breast Mourn sligh ' ed talents , or desert oppross'd , False friendship , hopeless love , or faith bctray'd , Our Author will esteem each toil o'erpaid , If , while his museexerls her livelier vein , Or lells imagin'd woes in plaintive strain , Her ( lights and fancies make one smile appear [ tear ; On the pale cheek , where trickled late a Or if her sabied sorrows steal one groan , Which else her hearers would have giv ' n their own .
EPILOGUE TO THE SAME . . . BY M . G . LEWIS , ESO . M . P . Sjiotcn by Mrs . Jordan . OSMOND bv this arriv'd atCiiAjo _ . 's ferry
_ , My honoursav'd , andD . \ i . alive and merrv , Hither I come the public doom to know , "' But come not uncompell'd , the more ' s my woe ; i mishap " ! E ' en now ( oh , pity , friends , my hard Mv shoulder fell a Bow-street runner ' s tap , Who , while I shook with fear in every limb , Thus spoke with accent stern and visage
gri"i : [ trust is , * Mistress , ' quoth he , ' to me it given in 1 To bring you straight before our larned Justice ; [ Town o ' er , ' For know , 'lis said to-night , * the whole 1 You ' ve kill'd one OSMOND , alias BARisYMOllE . '
' The fellow's mad , ''twas thus amaz'd I spoke , ' Lord , Sir , I muvder'd OSMOND for a icke ! [ it certain , ' This dagger , free from bleed , will make ' He died ' but till the Prompter dropp'd Ihe curtain , [ riot , ' And now well pleas'd to quit the scene of ' The mail's gone hometo sup in peace
, and quiet . ' Finding that all I ,. s : iid was said in vain , And TOIVNSE . XD still'his first design maintain , I thought 'twas belter fly for shelter here , And beg my gen'rousfriends to interfere ; But though the awkward nature of my case-May spread some slight confusion o'er ' niy "
face , No terrors awe my bosom I'll assure you , Just is my cause and English is the Jury ! Besides it must appear on explanation , llow very ticklish was my situation ; And all perforce , his crimes when I relate , Must own that OSMOMD well deserv'd his fate : He heeded not PA PA ' S pathetic pleading .
He stabb'd MAMA , which was extreme ill breeding And at his feet for merry when I sued , The odious wretch I vow was downright rude . [ touch ! Twice his bold hands my person dar'd to Twice in one day!— 'Twasreally once too much ! And therefore justly filled with virtuous ire ,
To save myjinnour and protect my Sire , I drew my knife , and in his bosom stuck it , He fell— -you clapp'd—and then he iiirk'd Uiebiiikct ! [ know So perish siill the wretch who e soul can Selfish delight while causing others woe ; Who blasts that joy , the sweetest God has giv ' n , [ aHeav ' n ! And makes a Hellivhere Iove would make
, _ Forbear , thou law less Libertine , nor seek Forc'd favours on that pale averted cheek , If thy warm kisses cost bright eyes one tear , Kisses from lovelies : lips are liouglitiooriear . Unless those lips willi thine keep playful measure , [ pleasure !
And that sv > eet tear should be a tearoi Now as for OSMOND—at that villain ' s name I feel reviving wrath my soul inflame ! And shall one short , one sudden pang suffice To clear so base a fault , so gross a vice ? No , to your Bar , dear friends , for aid I fl y Bid OsucNn live again , again to die ;
Nightly with plaudits loud his breath re- - call , f Nightly beneath my daggersee him fall , > Give him a thousand lives and sea ___ \ take ' em all . J . TEE . SXXIHE t COMPLAINT . A CAPTIVE in a hostile land , To bear a tyraui ' s-stern command ;
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Poetry.
High heav'd her breasts which struggling passions rent , As prest to give some fear-fraught rnvst'ry vent , [ face , And oft with anxious glance and aller'd Trembling with terror she relax'd her pace . And stopt Andlisten'd ! then withhm-ned "> tread , [ bent her head ,
Onwards again sherush'd , yet backwards f As if from murderous swords ' or follow'd j ' fiends she fled . J Soon as near Conway's walls her footsteps drew . . [ neiv ; She bade the youth their ancient state rel ' - Kger he sped the fallen towers to rear ; 'Twas done , and Fancy bore the fabric here . Next chusing from great SIIAKSPKAP . E ' S
comic school Thegossi ) . crone , grossfriar , andgibingfool , These , with a Virgin fair and lover brave , To our young Author an enchantress gave , But charg'dhim , ere he blest ill- - brave and fair .
To lay th' exulting villain ' s bosom bare , And , by the torments of his conscience , shew ¦ [ woe ! That prosp ' rous vice is but triumphant Thc plea , ing task , congenial to his soul , Oil from his ' own sad thoughts our Author stole . Blest he his labours if v . 'ilh like success Tliey soothe their sorrows whom I now
address . [ breast Mourn sligh ' ed talents , or desert oppross'd , False friendship , hopeless love , or faith bctray'd , Our Author will esteem each toil o'erpaid , If , while his museexerls her livelier vein , Or lells imagin'd woes in plaintive strain , Her ( lights and fancies make one smile appear [ tear ; On the pale cheek , where trickled late a Or if her sabied sorrows steal one groan , Which else her hearers would have giv ' n their own .
EPILOGUE TO THE SAME . . . BY M . G . LEWIS , ESO . M . P . Sjiotcn by Mrs . Jordan . OSMOND bv this arriv'd atCiiAjo _ . 's ferry
_ , My honoursav'd , andD . \ i . alive and merrv , Hither I come the public doom to know , "' But come not uncompell'd , the more ' s my woe ; i mishap " ! E ' en now ( oh , pity , friends , my hard Mv shoulder fell a Bow-street runner ' s tap , Who , while I shook with fear in every limb , Thus spoke with accent stern and visage
gri"i : [ trust is , * Mistress , ' quoth he , ' to me it given in 1 To bring you straight before our larned Justice ; [ Town o ' er , ' For know , 'lis said to-night , * the whole 1 You ' ve kill'd one OSMOND , alias BARisYMOllE . '
' The fellow's mad , ''twas thus amaz'd I spoke , ' Lord , Sir , I muvder'd OSMOND for a icke ! [ it certain , ' This dagger , free from bleed , will make ' He died ' but till the Prompter dropp'd Ihe curtain , [ riot , ' And now well pleas'd to quit the scene of ' The mail's gone hometo sup in peace
, and quiet . ' Finding that all I ,. s : iid was said in vain , And TOIVNSE . XD still'his first design maintain , I thought 'twas belter fly for shelter here , And beg my gen'rousfriends to interfere ; But though the awkward nature of my case-May spread some slight confusion o'er ' niy "
face , No terrors awe my bosom I'll assure you , Just is my cause and English is the Jury ! Besides it must appear on explanation , llow very ticklish was my situation ; And all perforce , his crimes when I relate , Must own that OSMOMD well deserv'd his fate : He heeded not PA PA ' S pathetic pleading .
He stabb'd MAMA , which was extreme ill breeding And at his feet for merry when I sued , The odious wretch I vow was downright rude . [ touch ! Twice his bold hands my person dar'd to Twice in one day!— 'Twasreally once too much ! And therefore justly filled with virtuous ire ,
To save myjinnour and protect my Sire , I drew my knife , and in his bosom stuck it , He fell— -you clapp'd—and then he iiirk'd Uiebiiikct ! [ know So perish siill the wretch who e soul can Selfish delight while causing others woe ; Who blasts that joy , the sweetest God has giv ' n , [ aHeav ' n ! And makes a Hellivhere Iove would make
, _ Forbear , thou law less Libertine , nor seek Forc'd favours on that pale averted cheek , If thy warm kisses cost bright eyes one tear , Kisses from lovelies : lips are liouglitiooriear . Unless those lips willi thine keep playful measure , [ pleasure !
And that sv > eet tear should be a tearoi Now as for OSMOND—at that villain ' s name I feel reviving wrath my soul inflame ! And shall one short , one sudden pang suffice To clear so base a fault , so gross a vice ? No , to your Bar , dear friends , for aid I fl y Bid OsucNn live again , again to die ;
Nightly with plaudits loud his breath re- - call , f Nightly beneath my daggersee him fall , > Give him a thousand lives and sea ___ \ take ' em all . J . TEE . SXXIHE t COMPLAINT . A CAPTIVE in a hostile land , To bear a tyraui ' s-stern command ;